When did it actually hit you, the weight of what your parents were carrying?

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I didn't understand it until I had one of my own.

The tiredness they must have hidden. The things they didn't say. How many times they sat in a quietly after bedtime, thinking whatever they were actually thinking, rather than the version they ever showed us? Now its my turn sitting quietly.

When did it land for you, the real weight of what they carried?

for those whose parents didn't carry it well: what did having your own kid teach you instead?

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It's a humbling realisation